We live. We breathe. We die.
we swallow creativity whole
like gulping down the horizon
the place i see
deep into your eyes
where earth meets sky.
We live. We breathe. We die.
We eat creativity like koi
swim in battled waters
all at once at peace
yet fighting for their food
the soul that feeds them.
When the world was new…
Did the pagan Gods rise from the
Earth and sky to
greet them
the sleek slender Koi
I mean
as they went on swimming by?
We live. We breathe. We die.
and if and when we are lucky
someday we will live long
enough to know the why?